I don't know when it started raining outside, the big raindrops hit the treetops and buildings, making crackling sounds. The room was quiet and peaceful. The warm yellow light danced on Yan Xiao's drooping eyelashes, reflecting tenderness and sincerity.
He seemed to be unaware of what he had done. After the kiss, he continued to apply medicine to Ye Fei, his movements careful and meticulous.
"You can kiss this face," Ye Fei lowered her eyes to hide the emotions in her eyes, and joked, "Yan Xiao, do you have a fetish for ugliness?"
Yan Xiao paused and looked at Ye Fei with complicated eyes, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
"What's wrong?"
"Ye Fei," Yan Xiao put the ointment on the coffee table, closely observing Ye Fei's expression, and said as tactfully as possible, "There is something wrong with your self-perception."
Ye Fei was stunned for a while, then smiled with relief.
"Really?" He leaned in front of Yan Xiao and exhaled softly, "Then why did you recover from the photo taken at Gu Ruijia's house?"
Yan Xiao looked away awkwardly and whispered, "Not ugly." Then he stood up and changed the subject abruptly, "I haven't washed my hands yet. I need to use your bathroom."
After saying that, he walked out.
"Wait a moment." Ye Fei called him.
Yan Xiao took big steps, as if he really wanted to leave here. But as soon as Ye Fei spoke, he stopped moving, stood in the middle of the living room with his back straight, with a forced calmness.
"Don't you have something urgent to talk to me about?" Ye Fei poked the itchy spot on her face with a cotton swab and asked him, "What is it?"
Yan Xiao didn't expect him to say this, and his whole body relaxed at a speed visible to the naked eye. He lowered his head and looked at Ye Fei, saying, "I want to see you."
Ye Fei was speechless, feeling that she had been deceived: "What kind of emergency is this?"
Yan Xiao said in a very decisive tone: "It's an urgent matter." It seemed as if Ye Fei was an extremely important person in his heart, and he couldn't miss her for even a minute.
From childhood to adulthood, Ye Fei has heard many confessions, literary, passionate, bold... but none like today, when just a simple sentence of "I want to see you" made his heart beat fast.
Ye Fei took a deep breath and chuckled, "Oh?" Without waiting for Yan Xiao to speak, he threw away the pillow in his hand and walked over, looking up and smiling, "What do you do when you can't see me?"
Yan Xiao's Adam's apple moved, and he stared blankly at Ye Fei's face so close to him, without saying a word.
Ye Fei didn't care. He stretched out a hand to Yan Xiao and said, "Give me your phone. I want to see if you have any other pictures of me saved besides that ugly picture."
Yan Xiao's body froze.
Yan Xiao tilted his head and said expressionlessly, "No."
Ye Fei originally just wanted to tease him, but seeing his reaction, her guess was immediately confirmed. He was a little curious, and unusually shy, so he urged, "Give it to me quickly."
Yan Xiao said nothing and did not move.
"Yan Xiao, are you a pervert?" Ye Fei deliberately frowned and nudged his leg with her knee, "You actually took a secret photo of me."
"I'm not," Yan Xiao retorted immediately, holding Ye Fei's wrist tightly, as if afraid that he would run away, and explained calmly, "I didn't take the photos secretly, you agreed."
Ye Fei was surprised: "When? Why don't I know?"
"Midnight of June 16th at 00:35." Yan Xiao opened the WeChat group of five people and showed Ye Fei the group photo he had sent to the group.
Ye Fei thought for a moment and understood.
Yan Xiao indeed only took a photo of him once, but he took more than one photo.
Ye Fei felt both amused and distressed, and asked him, "How many photos did you take?"
Yan Xiao was silent for a while, then said, "Twenty-seven."
Twenty-seven photos in a few seconds.
Ye Fei looked at Yan Xiao with a smile, her coquettishness could not be concealed: "Not bad, Mr. Yan, you are worthy of your hand speed after being single for many years."
Yan Xiao didn't understand.
Ye Fei licked his lips and wanted to say something else, but thinking of his current honor, he decided not to continue talking nonsense. He cleared his throat and said, "Delete it."
Yan Xiao pursed his lips and tried to negotiate with Ye Fei: "Can I keep one?"
Ye Fei said "No", and before Yan Xiao could speak, she took out her cell phone: "But you can save a new one."
"There are photos in my album. Please choose one. The password is my birthday, which is..."
Yan Xiao quickly answered: "930217."
Ye Fei was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Yes."
Yan Xiao went to answer the phone, but Ye Fei retracted his hand. Yan Xiao thought he had changed his mind, and his expression was a little disappointed.
"Wash your hands first," Ye Fei pointed in the direction of the bathroom with her chin and told Yan Xiao, "The gray towel can be used."
Yan Xiao said "OK" and turned around and went to the bathroom impatiently.
When he came out, Ye Fei was talking on the phone with Gu Ruijia. Because my face was covered with ointment and it was inconvenient to put it next to my ear, I turned on the speakerphone.
"I've asked people about Shen Lue these days, and the reviews are pretty good." Gu Ruijia was talking to Ye Fei while eating beef jerky, his voice a little vague, "What do you think of signing him?"
Shen Lue is a third-tier artist. He is good-looking and has good acting skills, but he is not popular. It’s not that the company is not strong enough. His old employer once invested a lot of resources to promote him. If it were any other artist, they would have taken advantage of the situation long ago. When he got to Shen Lue, he didn't see even a splash of water.
The agent didn't believe it and cast him in a big-budget movie. As a result, even the small supporting role of a cripple became famous, but Shen Lue still remained unknown.
As time went by, the company completely gave up, and the news of Shen Lue's failure to become popular spread in the circle.
People in the entertainment industry are superstitious. There are ceremonies when filming starts and sacrifices when it’s finished. Even a random apple box during filming has its own rules. So when Shen Lue's contract with his old employer was about to expire, no film and television company came to him.
It’s not that Gu Ruijia doesn’t believe it, it’s just that Tianxi is too short of artists right now. Big-name stars all have their own team and don’t even look down on their small stall. It's an 18th-tier company. It will take careful training to sign with the company, and the results will not be seen in a short time.
After choosing and choosing, the most suitable one is Chen Lue, the "God of Misfortune".
"It may not be as mysterious as they say," Gu Ruijia took a sip of water and continued, "Maybe it just lacks an opportunity, maybe it will come true one day."
Gu Ruijia didn't know that he had actually become a prophet.
Shen Lue has been in the industry for ten years but has been tepid. Logically, this is how his life will be. But no one expected that at the beginning of next year, he would take on a seemingly mediocre idol drama. Since then, he became an instant hit and received many film offers. Before Ye Fei's death, he was almost regarded as the number one new star in the entertainment industry.
"Okay, I'll listen to you," Ye Fei said, "Let's sign it."
"Hahahaha, I said yes." Gu Ruijia was in a good mood after his suggestion was affirmed. He grabbed another handful of beef jerky and said, "I'll contact his agent right now. Is a Class B contract okay?"
"Well," Ye Fei turned up the air conditioner speed a little, "According to your ideas, you don't need to discuss it with me."
"Okay," Gu Ruijia took out a wet towel and wiped his hands. Just as he was about to hang up the phone, he seemed to remember something and reminded Ye Fei, "By the way, use the ointment every six hours, don't forget."
"I know." Ye Fei thanked him and told him not to stay up too late and leave work early. Only then did he end the call and threw the phone to Yan Xiao.
This was the first time Yan Xiao touched Ye Fei’s phone. He solemnly entered the six-digit password and clicked into the photo album.
Ye Fei looks like a male peacock, very coquettish, but his phone is exceptionally clean. Most of the photos are of street scenes, including lush green seedlings after the rain, stray cats with their tails up on the roadside, and jackfruits just popping out of the trees. There are very few selfies.
But no matter how few there were, there were still dozens of them. Yan Xiao flipped through them from beginning to end and found for the first time that making a choice was so difficult.
"Can I choose two?" Yan Xiao asked.
Ye Fei glanced at him with a half-smile: "Don't push your luck, Mr. Yan."
So Yan Xiao knew there was no room for negotiation. He hesitated for a moment, and finally selfishly chose a selfie of Ye Fei in the villa.
The living room fell silent. After a while, Yan Xiao suddenly asked, "Ye Fei, do you want to apply medicine tonight?"
Ye Fei was trying to reach the four-star level in Candy Crush Saga. Hearing this, he said without even looking up, "Yes."
"Well," Yan Xiao said slowly, "I sleep six hours a day."
Ye Fei paused and raised his head.
"My biological clock is very punctual," Yan Xiao moved a little, and said meaningfully, "I can wake up without an alarm clock."
Ye Fei curled her lips and smiled: "So?"
As if waiting for him to say this, Yan Xiao immediately responded: "I can stay tonight and help you apply the medicine."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Yan," Ye Fei lazily put his feet on the coffee table and continued to remove ice cubes, "There is only one room in the house."
Yan Xiao said: "I'll sleep on the sofa."
Ye Fei looked at the sofa which was only about half the length of Yan Xiao, sneered and refused: "I can get on it myself."
Yan Xiao stopped talking.
After a while, Ye Fei had already completed five levels of the game, and Yan Xiao said again: "The bed is big enough for two people."
Ye Fei put down her phone and slowly turned her head.
Yan Xiao looked at Ye Fei, stubbornly conveying his thoughts with his eyes.
Ye Fei smiled: "A bed?" He dragged out his tone, "Besides applying medicine, do you want to do something else?"
Yan Xiao denied: "No."
"Then how do you know what this 'something else' means?"
Yan Xiao didn't answer.
"I'm going to sleep," Ye Fei's evil taste was satisfied and she stopped teasing him, "You can go back."
Yan Xiao looked a little disappointed, but he didn't continue to pester her. He stood up and said, "Okay."
"Yan Xiao," Ye Fei suddenly called his name when he turned around, and said, "Can you give me some time to think about it?"
Yan Xiao has always had poor comprehension when communicating with others, and has made many jokes, but he understood Ye Fei's nonsensical sentence.
Yan Xiao stood there stiffly for a long, long time, so long that Ye Fei almost couldn't help but push him. Then he slowly, slowly half-knelt down and looked into Ye Fei's eyes.
"Okay," he said, "you think."
He added: "It doesn't matter how long it takes."
Unprecedented joy and excitement surged in his body. Yan Xiao raised his hand and gently touched Ye Fei's hair.
He was so happy that he didn't know who to thank.
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